The Legend of the Netherworld

Lin Xiao and the other four had already arrived at the arena where Senior Brother Lin Qing had just fought, looking for Senior Brother Lin Qing in the stands. Wang Hao found Senior Brother Lin Qing among the crowd of disciples, pointed in the direction loudly and told the four of them, who then looked.

At this time, Senior Brother Lin Qing was sitting in a corner, with a faint red on the corner of his mouth. He stared quietly at the arena, his eyes full of regret and pity. The five people hurried forward to visit him.

Seeing the arrival of the others, Lin Qing smiled and said self-deprecatingly, "Now that you're here, don't worry. I'm fine. It's a pity that I didn't defeat him as cleanly as you two."

Seeing that Senior Brother Lin Qing was in a good mood and not too obsessed with winning or losing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Xiao immediately said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. If I meet him again, I will definitely beat him up and make him feel the pain of losing."

Lin Qing knew that these were Lin Xiao's words to comfort him, but he still felt very comfortable in his heart. He said with a smile, "As long as you have the intention, winning or losing is not important." Although his tone was calm, it was still full of resentment.

In addition, I want to remind you two, I feel that Zhang Ning's strength should have broken through to the seventh level of Dingmao. If Lin Xiao encounters him in the future, just surrender, and Lin Jiao just fights with all her strength, there is no need to fight to the death. "

Lin Xiao and Lin Jiao nodded after hearing this, indicating that they understood the situation. The five of them then sat next to Senior Brother Lin Qing and watched the fight on the ring with him.

After watching four or five games, they heard Elder Xuanzhen announce the next battle, "Wang Hao of Xuanzhen Pavilion versus Zhang Lin of Tianji Pavilion." When they heard such a battle arrangement, murderous intent appeared in their eyes. Zhang Lin was the skinny guy who had picked a fight with them for the first time in Xuelin House.

Lin Xiao said to Wang Hao with a somewhat excited look: "Come on, I'm rooting for you!"

"Just wait and see whether I beat him or not," Wang Hao said excitedly and confidently.

Wang Hao leaped onto the ring with a heavy leap, then confidently walked to the center, enjoying the audience's enthusiasm. Zhang Lin, on the other hand, seemed a bit uneasy. He landed lightly on the ring, looking nervous, not daring to look Wang Hao in the eye, his eyes constantly dodging.

The disciples in the stands looked at the two people on the ring who were both at the Dingchou fifth realm, and the atmosphere was extremely crazy, because their realms were about the same as that of the vast majority of the disciples present, as if they were fighting in person on the ring.

At this time, a disciple spoke up, "I don't know if you understand, but the two people on the ring have some disputes. Zhang Lin bullied Wang Hao when he was studying at Linwu. Later, Zhang Lin was injured by Lin Xiao and was bedridden for a year without training. Now he meets Wang Hao again. It can be said that they are enemies on a narrow road."

This revelation undoubtedly injected a wave of uneasy passion into the upcoming battle. The crowd in the stands almost exploded, and excited discussions continued one after another.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath at this time, forced himself to relax, exhaled slowly, then opened his eyes. His eyes became firm and calm. He looked at Wang Hao and slowly walked to the center of the ring.

Wang Hao confidently came in front of Zhang Lin. The two saluted each other and then turned around at the same time to keep some distance. At the moment of turning around, Zhang Lin looked directly at the shouts of the disciples in the stands in front of him. When the sound reached Zhang Lin's ears, his body trembled and the fear in his heart came over him again.

Lin Xiao caught this detail perfectly, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he said jokingly, "Looks like another beating is about to take place."

"How do you know?" Lin Jiao asked softly, puzzled. "Their strengths are clearly identical, and the auras they just exuded were also comparable."

"Just wait and see," Lin Xiao said with a smile on his face.

Wang Hao's face was grim as he summoned his inner strength and unleashed the "Fire Chain Binding" technique. Two fire chains suddenly shot out from Zhang Lin's feet, tightly binding them. Then, without hesitation, Wang Hao unleashed the "Flame Fist" and swiftly struck Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin was startled, and the sudden chain of fire made him at a loss. Seeing that the "Flame Fist" was about to hit him, he shouted and used the "Flame Fist" to fight back, and his fists collided violently.

Everyone in the stands exclaimed in surprise, but what was unexpected was that at the moment of contact, Zhang Lin's fist felt a huge impact force and was immediately blown away. A muffled sound was heard on the ring.

Wang Hao was stunned by this situation and was curious: "Am I too strong or is Zhang Lin too weak?" But he did not hesitate. He saw the right opportunity and a "flame whip" appeared in his hand. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he swung the whip violently at Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin stood up tremblingly, but before he could stand firmly, Wang Hao's "Fire Whip" had arrived. He had no time to react and was knocked to the ground by the whip. A black whip mark was left on his Taoist robe, and there was even a faint spark.

Wang Hao had no intention of letting Zhang Lin go. He continued to swing the "flame whip" towards the fallen Zhang Lin and whipped him hard on the back. A scream of "Ah" echoed above the ring. This blow suddenly tore Zhang Lin's Taoist robe apart, leaving his skin and flesh exposed.

"What I said before the match was right, wasn't it?" Lin Xiao said excitedly, his voice filled with pride and joy. "Because Zhang Lin was afraid of Wang Hao before the fight even started. I saw that fear in Daoyi's eyes, so I knew at first glance that Wang Hao would win big."

Everyone nodded in agreement. But the other disciples in the stands were bewildered. They couldn't accept that two people with similar strengths could fight so one-sidedly, like a centipede encountering a chicken, unable to fight back. Some disciples couldn't bear to watch and shouted, "Brother Zhang Lin, keep going!"

However, he didn't know that his shouting seemed to be trampling on Zhang Lin's last bit of self-esteem.

"I give up!" Zhang Lin shouted loudly, unable to bear it any longer. At this time, Wang Hao had already raised his whip for the third time. After hearing the surrender, he could only reluctantly put the whip down, shaking his head lightly, regretting why he hadn't stopped earlier.

"Wang Hao of Xuanzhen Pavilion wins," Elder Xuanzhen announced the result loudly with a smile on his face, "The next match is Huyan Junyan of Sanyuan Palace against Shi Chao of Chanxin Hall," Elder Xuanzhen said, and returned to his seat with joy.

Wang Hao also returned to Lin Xiao and the others. His expression was full of regret and regret, with no joy on his face.

Lin Xiao and others hurriedly comforted him, "It's already very good. You have avenged yourself." Everyone also came forward to comfort him.

In a moment, Huyan Junyan of Sanyuan Palace knocked Shi Chao of Chanxin Hall to the ground with a single punch. At this point, the head of the sect solemnly announced, "Huyan Junyan of Sanyuan Palace has won. The next match will be between Liu Yi of Baicao Garden and Yuan Hong of Xingchen Pavilion."